It was pitch black but the hand continued to shake me. ‘Harry?’ I croaked, though I knew it was him, I could smell his glorious scent. ‘Yeah, it’s me.’ I leaned over and snapped on the lamp on the bedside table, shielding my eyes from the sudden glare. ‘Here, I made you a coffee. The café isn’t open yet. It won’t be as good as theirs, you don’t have any hazelnut syrup for a start, but it might help to wake you up.’ I took the coffee numbly and stared at him in confusion. ‘You look good by the way, nice pyjamas.’ I peered over at the alarm clock, blearily. It was four a.m. I put the coffee down and picked up the clock to look at it more closely. ‘It’s four o’clock!’ I said, incredulous. I wasn’t even aware that there was two four o’clocks in one day. ‘Yes it is.’ ‘In the morning!’ ‘How very perceptive of you.’ ‘Did we discuss this last night?’ I racked my brains for any conversation that would have alerted me to the fact that Harry would be disturbing me at this ungodly hour.
